Flight Attendants

My flight to Standsted last Sunday was pretty uneventful. That’s good, I want flights to bore me, they shouldn’t be exciting. The coffee wasn’t very good, and rather expensive, just as I had expected.

The stewardesses managed to amuse me, however. It’s not that they tried to entertain us in any particular way. There were 5 of them, I think, and all speaking with various British accents, most of them fairly intelligible. And out of those, the one they picked for all announcements, including the life-saving instructions on what do do when the plane crashes1, they picked the Irish one.

Irish accents, I’ve decided, sound beautiful, but are not meant to be parsed by mere mortals such as myself.

  1. Not much to do, really. You go “splat!” []